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thinkingaboutjaedyn · 4 months

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the fall of the mountain [a.thompson x reader]

prompt: the pressure of being a pro gets to alyssa and her way of expressing that comes out more aggressive than it should. good thing you are here for her.

author notes: had to write something for my #2 wifey in the uswnt, so thank you to the person who asked for alyssa angst+comfort and fuck you to tumblr for making me delete that ask. hope y'all enjoy this!

alyssa's hands are clenching tightly on the steering wheel as she drives. you can see her poking her tongue though her cheek which is one of her many habits when she is stressed. you two just came from an angel city game with alyssa obviously being a starter for the game and you being there to help a seasoned journalist to cover the game. it was apart of your internship to help out and edit sports pieces.

the game didn't go the way angel city wanted with the portland thorns beating them six to four. you can just see the wheels spinning in alyssa's head about what she could have done to prevent the win; why she couldn't find another opportunity to secure a goal.

"we can stop and get takeout if you want? my treat," you say quietly. testing the waters to see how badly your girlfriend was feeling. she is silent for a moment until y'all reach a red light, looking over at you. "i don't really care so.." she shrugs before going back to focusing on the road. her words are so nonchalant and cold. they make you frown, but you hold out on asking her about her feelings for when you two reach her apartment.

the interaction settling in your mind as you press the chinese food place number and hold up the phone to your ear.

after getting the food, arriving at alyssa's place, and eating the food, your girlfriend still hasn't said more than two words to you. thank you is the only thing she said once you paid and got the food earlier.

the silence from her is starting to get concerning, so you decide it's time for you to get a peek into her mind.

"lyss, can you just talk to me?" you say as you place a hand on her leg. she's sitting beside you on the couch and all her attention is focused on whatever netflix show is playing on the tv. the american player moves away from your touch, giving you a quick glance. "talk to you about what?" alyssa murmurs.

"you know what. the game, how you're feeling, why you're being so cold to me..." you try to scoot closer to her, but once again she moves away. that annoys you so much that you sigh heavily.

"there is nothing to talk about," alyssa replies. the lack of expression sitting on her face doesn't her eyes. you can see the regret and sadness swirling around in her eyes. seeing her so closed off makes you feel so frustrated. not with her, but more with the unknown reason she is feeling that way that she isn't telling you. "obviously it is if you are acting like this" you snap at her. the words come out before you could even think.

alyssa stands before glaring at you, "acting like what? you're mad at me because i won't talk to you about the game? this isn't some press conference, so honestly i don't have to tell you shit!"

you are taken back by her words, standing up to meet her face to face. "i'm not asking from a reporter standpoint. i'm asking as your girlfriend cause you know partners tell each other things instead of acting all moody like a toddler!" you shout back at her. half of the words you say you don't even mean but being treated like you basically don't exist since the game isn't helping you act rational.

alyssa and you go back & forth for several more minutes. each sentence said being a shot at the other. the loss of the game is weighing down on alyssa's mind as she voices out all her anger at you and you aren't being much better. giving back your girlfriend just as much aggression.

"you wouldn't understand anything about what i have to go through. you're just some college student right now and i'm out here playing infront of thousands of people, it's not the same!" she says before finally storming out of the living room and down the hall to her bedroom. you still stand in the living room not even sure of what to do. the heat of the moment cools down and finally you realize how shitty what just happened was. you and alyssa just had a bad argument right after a game loss that you knew alyssa was feeling bad about it.

you walk around the couch to go to the counter, grabbing the keys to alyssa's car and leaving out of the door. on your way to buy a few things to make up for the argument. hopefully alyssa is ready to apologize too when you come back

when you come back to the apartment it's around ten. a small bouquet of flowers along with alyssa's favorite candy are in your hands as you walk inside and close the door shut with your body. you slip your shoes off before walking to alyssa's bedroom. the only sound in the apartment being the tv that was left on from earlier and your footsteps.

the door to the bedroom is slightly left open so it's easy for you to just walk in. frowning once you see alyssa laying under her blankets, a vanilla scented candle burning on her desk. that's the only light in the room as you walk inside. sitting down beside her.

"lyss?" you say softly as you look at her. she is still not facing you, but you can tell she is awake.

"hm?" she mumbles.

"can you face me, baby?"

the american player turns over, letting out a small smile as she spots the goodies in your hands. you sit down the candy on the bed before giving her the bouquet of tulips. "thank you..." alyssa says softly as she accepts the flowers. turning back around to set them aside on the nightstand before coming back to face you. instead of laying down, she sits up so you two are actually at the same face level.

you decide to apologize first, "i'm sorry for snapping at you and all the things i said while we were arguing. i didn't mean any of it, i was just so frustrated you were closing yourself off to me."

alyssa sighs heavily before speaking, "no, i'm the one who should be sorry. you were right when you said we are supposed to tell each other our problems. i didn't mean not one thing i said, you aren't just some college student. you're going places, y/n.." she looks at you to see how you are reacting before continuing, "it's just.. i feel like i don't deserve any of this. i couldn't even help get another goal in the net."

hearing the loathing in alyssa's tone makes you pull her close. all the feelings that have been building up in alyssa's chest since the end of the match spill out as she lets the tears that have been waiting in her eyes out. you rub gentle circles on her back as she cries into your shoulder.

"i was the number one pick from the draft, but it doesn't feel like it. sometimes i feel like i don't play like it. than it's not just games, but we have press conferences after and i have to sit in a chair with a bunch of reporters asking questions that i feel too tired to even answer. it's just all too much," she says into your shoulder. you stay silent, just letting her get everything out. in that moment you realize just how different the amount of pressure is on you compared to alyssa. when she fails, there are hundreds of eyes that follow. when you fail, it's your own personal hurdle.

you two just enjoy the embrace of one another for a few more moments with alyssa still sniffling a bit. once you hear her go silent, you pull back just enough to look at her. the american player just tries to lean back onto you, but you keep her away.

you hold her face in your hands, looking at the tear stains on that gorgeous face of hers. "you know you're a great player, baby. everyone else can see it too, that's why you were the number one pick right out of highschool and that's why you were called up for the national team. that's why people expect so much from you," you chuckle as alyssa starts to let out a shy smile. "however that doesn't mean you have to hold all this weight on your shoulders. i'm here for you, your teammates are here for you, and your family is too. everything is a team effort, lyss, so don't ever blame just yourself" you let go of her face before pulling her back into your arms.

she laughs into your shoulder as she holds onto you. "now i feel like that argument was so stupid," alyssa says.

"i mean duh but something good came out of it so it's whatever" you say back. alyssa pulls you down onto the pillows and you happily let her. smiling as she nuzzles up to your neck. "yeah.. well, that was too much crying for one day. i'm sleepy.." she mumbles, seemly already half asleep. you don't realize how exhausted you are until alyssa mentions her own sleepiness, so you just fall silent and let yourself drift off to sleep too.

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brerosee · 4 months

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Dinner with the parents//Alyssa Thompson

Authors notes:this was a request I’m not good at writing actual fics so I’m sorry I’ll try my best to get to your requests bare with me thank youu😊

To say Alyssa was terrified was an understatment. Today was the day she would be meeting your parents for the first time, and she was so scared of what they would think of her.

Your and Alyssa's relationship is still fairly new having only been dating for 4 months as of last week,but who's counting? So here you are getting ready in your shared bathroom of your apartment and you hear alyssa call out your name.

"Y/N, please come here" alyssa called out in a shaky voice. you set down your makeup you were applying and walk over to her, "Is this too much,should i change?" She asks franticaly. You smile softly walking over to her and grab her face "you look perfect." You say in a reassuring tone.

you knew she was nervous but you already knew your parents would love her, I mean who wouldnt? "what if they hate me." Alyssa says once again in a frantic tone. "what if they dont want me to see you anymore." She says.

"Alyssa honey they already do love you,they know how good you treat me and they basically already like you more than me." you say with a soft laugh.

Alyssa looks into your eyes "i love you." she whispers, 'I love you too, but we really need to get a move on or we will be late and then they really wont like you." you say walking away laughing.

Once you arrive at your parents house you can feel Ayssa's hand sweating it was the whole way here as she made you drive because she quite frankly could not stop shaking.

You walk into your parents house without knocking and yell out "Mom,Dad?" you walk into the living room and having to pull alyssa with you. You see your dad sitting with your older brother who was visiting from college, he is only 2 years older than you. they look up from the football game they were watching "Hey there they are" your dad says walking over to you pulling you into a hug.

Your dad lets you go and you pull your brother into a hug while your dad looks over to Alyssa, and your poor girlfriend looks scared to death she steps out from behind you and sticks her hand out to shake your dads hand, but instead he pulls her into a hug.

your mom walks out from the kitchen from hearing the comotion and sees Alyssa and walks straight past you to pull her into a bone crushing hug "Im so happy to finally meet you, Just call me mom your family now." she holds onto her shoulders.

"Goodness were are my manners are you hungry? im making pasta i hope thats ok?" your mom says still not even looking at you. "that sounds perfect thank you." Alyssa says still shocked by the warm welcome.

"Oh Y/n im so sorry come here." your mom says and grabbing you and hugging you. "y/n you help me cook, Alyssa you can sit down and relax." your mom says pulling you into the kitchen.

Alyssa stands there looking at you not knowing what to do, you jsut send her a sympathetic look knowing how worried she still is.

She walks into the living room taking a seat next to your brother on the couch. "So alyssa what do you do?" your dad asks curiosly. "oh i um play soccer for Angel City FC and also play for the national team."she says

"oh wow so you play professional, you know back in my day i played i little, might have to teach you some tricks." your dad says jokinly. Alyssa laughs and then hears your mom call out saying dinner was ready.

You all sit the dinner table and you hold alyssa's hand under the table. "So alyssa Y/n has told us so much about you,says you play soccer?" your mom says breaking the silence.

"Yeah i do we have a game next week actually if yall would like to come i could get you tickets." alyssa says looking around at them. "We would love to come!" your dad says smiling at her

After dinner you guys decide to play a few board games you losing and end up pouting but its whatever. Alyssa seemed to be having a great time and your parents and brother get along great with her and you couldnt be happier.

So when you and alyssa finally are home in your shared bed getting ready to go to sleep she looks over at you "Thank you." she says "for what?" you ask confused.

"For letting me meet them i reall hope i made a good impression."she says moving closer to you putting her arms around you holding you close to her.

'They loved you." you say pushing your face into her neck cuddling into her. "i love you.' Alyssa says holding you tighter. When you dont answer she looks down at you sleeping peacfully. she jsut smiles and kisses your forhead drifting off to sleep aswell.

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billybob598 · 9 months

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Me and You (Alyssa Thompson x Reader)

WOO! I posted, be proud of me!!! Sooooo, requested by anon, I hope this is kinda what you wanted. As always, any feedback good or bad is welcomed. Have fun reading!

Word Count: 762 (Short asf. Sorry if its too short)

As you sit beside your girlfriend on the bus, the nerves start to overwhelm your body. This was officially your first-ever World Cup and you couldn’t be more excited, or nervous. Alyssa was sitting beside you, like always. This was an equally special moment for her as it was her first World Cup as well.

You guys had met when you were six or seven. You were originally friends with Gisele, for a couple of years you were always hanging out with the younger sister. Alyssa and you never talked much until you were both in the same high school. Everyone knew how good Alyssa was, she was always going away for tournaments and playing with all the different national teams. You, on the other hand, were much more low-profile. While you did go away for tournaments, they weren’t televised like Alyssa’s were. As high school progressed the pair of you got closer, you being one of the only people who really understood what Alyssa was going through. Just before your guys’ senior years started, Alyssa asked you out. You had definitely been crushing on her for awhile so of course you said yes.

That was over a year ago now. You and her had been dating ever since. You were with her when she was drafted first overall and she was with you when you announced your decision to attend UCLA. And now, both of you were heading to the World Cup at just 18 years old.

You know for a fact that your girlfriend is just as nervous as you are so, during the pitch inspection you aren’t surprised when she puts her Airpods in and doesn’t talk to anyone. You respect her wishes and walk around with Trinity and Ashley instead. Just as everyone goes to lineup in the tunnel, you turn to your girlfriend in hopes to do your pre-game handshake. It was something you guys had done for years now. As you reach your fist out to begin the handshake Alyssa just rolls her eyes at you.

“Come on Y/N, we can’t be doing those silly little things anymore, we’re in the World Cup,” she says, slightly aggravated. Her statement shocks you. Never once had you guys not done the handshake. Before you even have a chance to respond she’s making her way out onto the field with the rest of the subs. Lining up behind Sophia, you try your best to shake it off.

The first half of the game is probably the worst forty-five minutes of football you’ve ever played in your life. It seems like every decision you make is the wrong one, every pass, every tackle, and every dribble is just off. Alyssa can only watch and cringe from the bench. Was this because of her? She knew she was being a dick earlier, but did it really affect you that much? God, she felt horrible. She pretty much just ruined your World Cup debut.

Alyssa watches from afar as you walk into the locker room, head hanging low. She musters up just enough courage to walk over to you. You feel her presence before you actually see her. However, you still keep your head low and your eyes on the floor. Alyssa kneels in front of you and tilts your chin up until your eyes meet hers.

“You did good,” she says softly.

You scoff, “Yeah, for an 8 year old that was a 10/10 performance. I wouldn’t be surprised if Vlatko subs me off, I know I would.”

“Hey, don’t think like that. You were just nervous, Vlatko knows that, he also knows how much of an amazing player you are,” Alyssa says in attempt to get you motivated. You nod, shifting your eyes away from hers. You had been nervous, sure. But, you both knew why you had played so bad. Alyssa takes a deep breath before apoligizing,

“I’m sorry. I should have done the handshake, it doesn’t matter if we’re in the World Cup or not. It’s still me and you.” You immediately perk up.

“Me and you?”

“Yeah, me and you,” Alyssa says proudly.

For the entirety of Vlatko’s halt-time talk, you and Alyssa were holding hands. And just before you went back onto the pitch, you guys completed your handshake, punctuated with a kiss on the cheek. The second half went more your way. It got even better when Alyssa joined you on the pitch. It was a dream come true, you and your girlfriend playing together in the World Cup. Just her and you.

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greynatomy · 8 months

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let you down

alyssa thompson x reader

Finally finished this for @liverpoolfan96. Hope you like the outcome. The ending is slightly different.

Let me know what you think!

-grey

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Sweden vs United States

Round of 16

It came down to the penalty shootout to determine who moves onto the Quarter-final. The match have been intense from the beginning. Everyone was exhausted.

Sullivan, Horan, Mewis, Rapinoe, Smith, Naeher, Y/LN.

That was the order that your team would be shooting. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. It was your first World Cup, having been drafted to Angel City just earlier this year. Making history alongside your best friend as the youngest players to be drafted to the NWSL straight out of high school.

Sullivan, Horan and Mewis made their shot, getting closer and closer to your turn. Rapinoe and Smith both miss, Naeher makes hers, then saving the Sweden player’s that went after her.

Penalties are tied. It was your turn. If you make it, you take the lead. You can feel all the pressure. Thousands of eyes on you.

You try to block out the crowd, trying to control your breathing. You run up to the ball, kicking it right, the Musovic dives left, the crowd screaming, only for the ball to hit off the post.

You turn away, walking back towards the rest of your teammates on the pitch, head down. Score was still tied at four, hoping Sweden misses. Naeher looks to have saved it, but refs aren’t sure. Unfortunately for you and the team, VAR rules it a goal, giving Sweden the win to move onto the next round, knocking you guys out of the World Cup.

You collapse to the ground, tears falling down your face. You didn’t want to get up, afraid to see all the disappointment looks directed at you.

You feel a presence sitting down next to you, a hand going up and down your back, knowing exactly who it was.

“You did good.”

“I failed everyone.”

“You didn’t. You played great. I’m proud of you.”

You lift your head up, facing towards her tear stains on your cheeks a pout on your lips.

“You’re proud of me?”

“I’ll always be proud of you.”

The next thing Alyssa knew was feeling lips on hers, your lips on hers. You thought you’d read the whole situation wrong and was about to pull away when her hand cups your cheek, kissing you back. You both are completely in your own world, forgetting and blocking out your teammates and fans cheering.

“Is this your way of finally having the balls to ask me out?” Alyssa asks when you both pull away, a smirk on her lips.

“Maybe.” You blush. “Will you though? Be my girlfriend, I mean.”

“I’d love to be.” She kisses you once more.

“FUCKING FINALLY!”

“Kelley! Don’t ruin the moment!”

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wososage · 7 months

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I love them a lot: USWNT x Reader

Summary: Uhhh once again me writing things from my life into an imagine because I guess this is how I process everything in my life. Anyways Y/n has recently been involved in a situation that triggered something from their childhood and is off at camp. It eventually becomes too much, Y/n has a flashback, and then the team is supportive and stuff.

Warnings: Alyssa refers to Naeher. I think in all of my writing I will refer to Thompson as AT. Kinda angsty, mentions homophobia and conversion therapy

Word Count: 1127

“So something is wrong with Y/n right?” Pinoe asks.

“Absolutely,” Becky says. “They have been very distant and I haven’t seen them read a single book at this camp.”

“They haven’t been doing crosswords either,” Alyssa supplies. “They kind of seem like if any one thing goes wrong they will have a breakdown.”

“So what are we going to do about it?” Pinoe asks.

“I don’t think we can,” Becky says. “If we push them then Y/n is going to run and put up a bunch of walls. We just have to keep treating them like everything is normal until they are ready to come to one of us about this.”

“While I don’t like this plan, Becky is right.”

A few days go by and things stay the same. Y/n keeps themselves distanced from the team, not participating in their regular shenanigans. No one can make them laugh or even smile. Even at training, Y/n is not having fun. They are just going through the motions. Everything is clinical, the passion that is typically there cannot be found. They only speak when spoken to, and even then conversation is evaded as quickly as possible.

But then the team is on the bus coming back from a fun excursion where normally Y/n would be the one to corral the team into enjoying themselves no matter what the activity is but instead this time they just hung in the background trying to make themselves invisible. At first, no one notices that something is more wrong with Y/N than what has become usual during this camp. Then Sanchez (a player that doesn’t quite know Y/N that well) sees them crying and moves to the seat next to them to try and comfort them. But then all hell breaks loose.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Y/n screams gathering the attention of everyone on the bus.

“Please don’t hurt me! I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!”

Alyssa is quick to spring into action, one of the few that has both been able to get behind most of the walls the Y/N puts up and has helped Y/n through a flashback. Alyssa quickly takes Sanchez’s place while everyone on the bus quiets down, the outburst from Y/n getting everyone’s attention.

“Hey Y/n,” Alyssa says softly. “It’s Alyssa. You are on the bus right now. We are going to the hotel. You are safe.”

For the rest of the bus ride, Alyssa keeps talking to Y/n, reminding them that they are safe and eventually, the words break through the memory that Y/n is reliving and they cling onto Alyssa.

“Hey bud,” Alyssa says. “Everything is okay. We will be at the hotel in a few minutes. Would you like some water?”

“Do you want me to stay in your room tonight?” Alyssa asks after Y/n has sufficiently been watered, the question making Y/n cling on tighter.

“Please don’t leave,” Y/n whispers.

“I will stay as long as you need.”

Back at the hotel, Alyssa quickly makes herself comfortable in Y/n’s room. Alyssa helps Y/n get ready for bed and then reads to them until they fall asleep. The next morning, Alyssa is up very early, however she stays in bed scrolling on her phone because Y/n is sleeping soundly completely on top of her.

“Thanks for staying last night,” Y/n says groggily a while later.

“It's no problem Y/n/n. I am happy I was able to help.”

“Do you think I scared Sanchez?” Y/n asks.

“Maybe, but she will understand.” Alyssa explains. “She just wants to know that you are okay. She has texted me a few times to check in.”

“What about the rest of the team?”

“Everyone is worried. A few of the older players have noticed that you haven’t been acting like yourself this camp, but we don’t want to make you talk about anything you aren’t ready to talk about.”

“I want to tell everybody. I’d like to do it now rather than continue trying to hide it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”

Within a few minutes the whole team has piled into the room, everyone making themselves comfortable. Y/n gets noticeably more anxious and after a squeeze to their hand from Alyssa, they take a deep breath and start talking.

“I fell in love with my best friend,” Y/n says. “But I don’t think I will ever get to see them again.”

After a few seconds when it becomes clear that is all Y/n was going to say the team looks around at each other confused.

“What else is going on Y/n?” Pinoe asks. “I don’t think that is enough to explain what happened on the bus yesterday.”

“I went with them to come out to their family. And it went badly. Their mom called me horrible names. Their dad refused to look at me. The worst part is I couldn’t help my friend. I had to pretend like I wasn’t in love with them. I had to leave them there. It was so scary.”

Y/n gets up from where they have been cuddled with Alyssa and gets something out of their bag. After a few moments, everyone realizes it is one of Y/n’s journals. Y/n turns the pages for a few moments and then starts reading from it.

“Day 254. I thought this would be the better solution. For a while it was the better solution. But now I see that it is a means for the world to forget that I exist. I haven’t been beaten since I got here 130 days ago. No one has forced me to memorize the bible here. Instead the grueling days are supposed to wear me down and make me thankful for the life I had with my family. It's been over 70 days since I’ve had a conversation with another human. At this point I think it's been over 25 days since I’ve even seen another human. No, I’m not being beaten or being forced to read the bible all day, but I think I will die of starvation and dehydration before my family even thinks about my existence again. In some sick twisted way, I miss the daily beatings.”

When Y/n stops reading, no one moves. No one makes a sound. Y/n refuses to look anyone in the eye.

“I had a flashback on the bus yesterday. Back to when my family sent me to conversion therapy. I know my friend is over 18, but I am scared someone is hurting them for who they are and there is nothing I can do about it.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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Tiffany Valentine

Bendy and the Ink Machine (masterlist here)

Alice Angel (cartoon)

Allison Pendle/Allison Angel

Audrey Drew

Sammy Lawrence

Susie Campbell/Twisted Alice

Dead By Daylight

Adiris

Amanda Young

Anna

Carmina Mora

Charlotte Deshayes - masterlist here!

#x reader #shut up raven

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what-is-yeet · 6 years

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tutoring

Peter Parker x Female Reader

Warnings: swearing, shit-ton of dialogue, i have no idea if there is a high school on 31st street or if it consumes the most alcohol. also the ending is shit.

synopsis: Peter is your tutor, yeah that’s basically it.

“Hey Y/N, can you hang out? We’re going to Starbuckssss!” Your friend Alyssa sang the last word.

“Ugh no. I have tutoring…” You closed your locker.

“Oh yeah! At the library, right?”

“Yeah. Apparently, my tutor is gonna be some kid from the science school.” You went to a performing arts high school, and science wasn’t your best subject.

“Aww...pleaseee!!! I really want you to come with me!”

“Aren’t you meeting up with Julie and Marissa too?”

“Yeah, but it’ll be more fun with you!”

“No, Al. I’d love to, but I can’t continue having a D in both math and science!” You grabbed her hand.

“Fine. Hope your tutor is super hot!” She winked.

“Stop!” You giggled. “Bye!”

“See you tomorrow” she kissed you on the cheek and skipped off in the direction of the nearest Starbucks.

You hummed along to your music as you walked down to the library. You pushed open the door and your older sister waved at you from the front desk as you ran over to her.

“Where’s my tutor?” You asked, out of breath.

“Aren’t you going to say hello to your favorite sister ever?” She asked, smirking.

“Hello…” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. Your sister really was great.

“Good. He’s in the back. And he’s really cute!”

You gave her an evil side-eye as you walked into the back room of the library where a boy about your age with chestnut brown hair sat, looking down at a closed book (you wondered what that was about) and he nervously tapped his fingers on the table.

“Hi…” you waved shyly, and he looked up at you. Your sister was right, he was very cute. He smiled and stood up to shake your hand.

“I-I’m Parker. I mean-” He shook his head. “Peter. Peter Parker.” You smiled, because his nervousness was quite charming.

“Hi, Peter. I’m Y/L/N, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” you said, teasing him.

“Well, you see, Y/N, your take was much more James Bond-ish than mine. So that automatically makes you cool enough to hang out with me.” You laughed and sat down across from him. He looked down. “No I’m joking. I’m really not that cool.”

“Really?”

“Seriously,” He looked up at you again. “My nickname at school is Penis Parker.”

“Nah, I’ve only known you for 2 minutes and you are the coolest guy I’ve met.” He looked into your eyes and smiled, happy to know that this pretty girl thought he was cool.

“But I have to admit, Penis Parker is a pretty great name.” You teased, a smile spreading on your face.

“All thanks to Flash Thompson!” He leaned back in his chair. “He’s an asshole.”

“He sounds like one.” There was an awkward silence as the conversation fizzled out.

“You go to that performing arts school, right?” Peter asked you, trying to start up the conversation again.

“Yeah...yeah it’s great.” you nodded awkwardly.

“So...what do you do there?” You cocked your head. “I mean-like dance, or acting…”

“Oh! Oh, yeah I…” You kept getting distracted by his hair. Just, the curls! “...I um...acting. I do acting. I act.” You snapped out of your trance, aware that he might notice your staring. But he was just so...hot.

“Cool...cool. Like what plays?”

“Oh...um. I’ve done uhh...Into the Woods, I was Cinderella in that one...Bye Bye Birdie I played Kim...I played Penny in Hairspray...Sophie in Mamma Mia!...the list goes on.” He looked shocked. “What? Peter, are you okay?”

“I-um I’m fine, it’s just...wow. That’s a lot of leads.”

“Well, they’re not all main protagonists...and it’s not like every play I’m in I get a big role, I only listed the ones where I did. There are plenty of times where I didn’t even have a speaking role.”

“But still...you must be great at acting. And singing too, seeing as those were all musicals.”

“I mean…” you rubbed the back of your neck nervously. “I guess…Tell me about your school.”

Peter didn’t even have a chance to open his mouth when your sister popped her head in the room.

“Hey, stop flirting and get to work! I want Y/N to have A’s in both of these classes!” You got up to walk over to her. Peter was blushing so much he looked like a tomato. You glared at your sister.

“Vera, do not.” you hissed.

“Do not what?” She asked innocently.

“You’re embarrassing me!”

“Hey, Peter, right?” She yelled over your shoulder. “Can you hear us?” He shook his head. When Vera’s gaze went back to you, she received the stinkiest of stink eyes. “You like him, don’t you?”

“V…”

“Tell me the truth…”

“I mean I gu-”

“I KNEW IT, I KN-” She realized Peter was staring. “Sorry.” You couldn’t tell if she was apologizing to you or Peter, or both.

“Please don’t ruin this for me, Vera.”

“I promise. I’ll leave you two now.”

“Bye Vera.” You said. Peter waved. You sat back down and unzipped your backpack. “That’s my sister.” You groaned as you lifted your binder out of your backpack.

“I figured. So you needed help with your math or science?”

“Both, actually.”

“That’s OK. Pull out your most recent work and we’ll get to the root of the problem. Haha, get it…” A half hour went by quickly, you did some work, but mostly goofed off. You laughed at his puns and made some yourself. He moved his chair to sit next to you, and although you knew it was so that it was easier for him to help you, you couldn’t stop the feeling that there was a little more to that gesture. Surprisingly, it took a while for Vines to come up, but they did after you threw an eraser at Peter.

“I’ll kill you!” He joked, a smile on his face.

“I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me!” You watched his grin grow wider at the realization of what you said.

“You know Vines!” He squeaked. You laughed at his reaction.

“Omg, you’re such a fangirl!” you teased. “Of course I know Vines, who doesn’t!”

“The kids at my school, apparently.”

“Oh...too wrapped up in science to pay attention?”

“No, they just think they’re too cool. Too wrapped up in parties, really.”

“Huh. And I thought my school was the drunk one.”

“Really it’s that public high school on 31st street. I read that in a newspaper somewhere.” You laughed at his thoughtful expression and wondered how he remembered such things. And why newspapers were doing articles on how much alcohol each high school in New York consumed. And why he was just so fucking cute. You wondered a lot of things about the boy you had just met, but it took quite a bit of courage (and lack of thinking) to wonder something out loud.

“How do you not have a girlfriend?” You asked, immediately regretting it because of how taken aback he looked. “Oh...oh I’m sorry, do you have one? I just assumed…” He cut you off.

“No, no. I don’t, I just...why...you...do you feel that way, I mean, of course you don’t but it seemed like-” you were the one to interrupt this time.

“No! I mean, yes. I mean...ugh.” Peter looked so confused. And it was adorable. That bastard. “Yes, I do feel that way…?” Why did you ask him? It just slipped out, but why? Because you had no fucking filter sometimes. You wanted to punch yourself in the face, you wanted to take back everything you said in the last few minutes. You wanted to--

“Good. Good. I was...I was worried for a second.” He avoided eye contact with you. Which was definitely making things easier for him because of how intensely you stared into people’s eyes.

“Wait, you…?”

“Yeah...I...Yeah.” There was a long pause after that. Peter crossed his arms and looked at his shoes. You shifted your pencil so it was in a straight line. He cleared his throat. You tapped your shoe. You know, cliche awkward silence things.

“Hey, you guys have 30 minutes left.” You mentally thanked Vera for breaking the silence. “Is everything okay? It’s awfully silent in here.” And...un-thanked.

“Yeah, yeah we’re good. Just...yeah.” Thank God for Peter Parker. He really could be a super-hero sometimes. Vera left, but something was still...off.

“Um...well. I, uh. Would you like one?” You said hesitantly. Damnit, Y/N. Always ruining everything.

“One what?” one what. This is why you don’t ask stupid questions, Y/N, you only get stupid answers. You let out a soft, nervous chuckle.

“A, um. A girlfriend.” You finally worked up the courage to look him in the eye, and he was smiling. Grinning. You worried he was going to start laughing at you. Why would I ever date you? You just said you liked me! No. No way.

“Yeah. Yes. Very much.” He laughed. “You doing anything after this? We could, um, grab something to eat, or something?”

“Yeah, I mean, that sounds great!” You were beaming, he was beaming, it wasn’t quite romantic, but it was...there was no way to put it in words, really.

“Maybe we should get some work done, we only have like, a half hour left.” He said. You really didn’t want to. You wanted those 30 minutes to be over as quick as possible so you could actually talk, not about math. You wanted to stare into his eyes. You wanted to sit next to him at a movie. You wanted to be with him forever. But, you didn’t have tutoring tomorrow, so you wouldn’t see him. So you needed to make the most of the present.

“Let’s get this homework done.”

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #spider-man: homecoming

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aion-rsa · 3 years

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Marvel Unlimited Gets a Massive Refresh and Exclusive Hickman X-Men Title

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After almost 15 years, Marvel’s in-house unlimited streaming app, is getting a facelift and some new features. Also new X-Men comics from superstars Jonathan Hickman and Declan Shalvey, vertically scrolling to be read on your phone.

The app already boasts a massive library, with over 29,000 comics digitized and available to read, essentially the entirety of Marvel Comics history. And now, with this new update, you can go ahead and download them all. Previously, users had been limited to 12 issues downloaded for offline reading. That cap is being lifted, enabling saving for much longer travel.

The new Marvel Unlimited is also getting more customized features, like personalized reading list recommendations based on your reading history; the ability to curate and share your own reading lists; and back end changes that will (hopefully) eliminate the dreaded dead page that would periodically force you to reload the entire issue.

Marvel changed the timeline for new releases on Marvel Unlimited last year; instead of holding new comics for six months before putting them on the app, they shortened that delay to three months. With these new updates, they’re changing that even further: some comics will be released exclusively on the app.

X-Men Unlimited

Jonathan Hickman and Declan Shalvey’s X-Men Unlimited is formatted to read on your phone. The old app really pops on tablets, but traditional comics can be tough to parse even on phones. These new upgrades and Marvel’s first vertically scrolling comics seem designed to specifically address that. Plus, you get the added bonus of surprise: Hickman specifically has been lamenting solicit culture – where readers pore over promotional material months ahead of a comic’s release – as being detrimental to the comics experience. Now, he doesn’t have to worry about that. They can just release a new issue on the app, and people can read it or not.

Marvel’s experiment with vertical scrolling isn’t limited to Krakoa. They’ve lined up some killer talent for a slew of Unlimited books: Alyssa Wong (Doctor Aphra), Skottie Young (Rocket Raccoon); Kelly Thompson (the BANANAS current run on Black Widow); Gerry Duggan (X-Men); Lucas Werneck (The Trial of Magneto); Nathan Stockman (Cosmic Ghost Rider Destroys Marvel History); and many others all have books lined up. Notably, Young will be revisiting his Battleworld work with Giant-Size Little Marvels. Other series include Shang-Chi, Venom/Carnage, Deadpool, Captain America, Black Widow and more.

“The goal for Marvel Unlimited has always been to provide the best digital comics experience for our fans by giving them direct access to the unmatched depth, breadth and vibrancy of Marvel’s characters and stories. With this relaunch, we’re bringing fans an even richer experience with Marvel stories designed in a dynamic vertical format for the first time,” said Dan Buckley, President of Marvel Entertainment in a statement. “Our new Infinity Comics give our creators a chance to tell stories in entirely new ways, and we’re looking forward to connecting our fans to those stories in the months to come.”

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Most of these books look to be in-continuity, so what happens on Marvel Unlimited is going to matter. Many of these tweaks and updates are additions that MU users have been longing for. The app already had a staggering amount of comics to read, with a nearly exhaustive record of Marvel’s history available at a tap. With these improvements, Marvel Unlimited might just be moved to must-buy.

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